Author's Notes: Oh my God, it's actually a long chapter. The first one in a long while that's actually REALLY long.

So, just to remind everyone - this is the beginning of Part 3, and you have ALL OF PART 3 to send me fanart of this fic. It should depict one of your favorite moments from the whole fic. If you'd like, you can bide your time and see if something pops up that you like better before the last five chapters. Just as long as you get it in before the last five chapters! I will let everyone know when the deadline's getting close, because I'm going to try and write ahead so I know when it's going to end.

Someone asked me if they knew their sister's email (one of my frequent reviewers, and it was actually very sweet of her to check up on the fic for her sister), and unfortunately, I do not. But that's why I'm announcing winners and runner-ups on the second-to-last chapter; so that you can e-mail me your address. (As in, physically e-mail it to me, not sending me a PM by I've found that trying to send e-mails and Internet links in the PM system here blanks out the entire thing altogether and I never receive it.)

Just reminding you to keep the contest in mind.

Also, when you read this chapter, if you've paid attention, Timeline statistics indicate that the day they got back is when there was four days left in the trial - so no, there are technically no errors in my writing. Just so nobody wonders about it.

It just occurred to me I don't know how much a good lawyer costs. Anyone out there lawyer-expenses-savvy?

Part Three

"Moving Forward"

Chapter 45

"Last Notes, Last Requests"

The blond's eyes fluttered as he stared at Sora with a sort of bewildered expression on his face. Hayner creased his brow, his face changing expression, and he crossed his arms.

"Yer...kiddin'...right?"

Sora pointed his fingers at his cheeks. "Look at my face. Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Hayner waved one arm about. "Ain'tcha s'posed to fix all that on yer own time?"

"I am fixing it on my own time!" Sora whined. "I just need to test something, that's all!"

"Aah, I see. Usin' me to help ya out with yer little 'Identity Crisis', eh?"

"Haynerrrr!"

Hayner put his hands on his hips. "Besides, Sora, you don't know I'm really gay."

Sora glared at him. "You just told me you were! Don't mess with me, I'm not that stupid!"

The blond laughed nervously. "Eh...so I did." He scratched the back of his head. "Y'know...Sora...you say you been goin' along with this with that Riku kid?" Sora bobbed his head up and down in a frantic nod. Hayner frowned at him. "Y'mean you make out with 'im for hours on end and you're tellin' me you still doubt you're gay?" He peered at him. "You sure you didn't—?"

"I would NEVER!" Cried Sora, his face beet-red. The brunet pointed accusingly at Hayner, so flustered was he. "And don't try to pin this with logic! I have a method to my madness!" He cried. He looked around the walls of his room cautiously, and glanced at the door, hoping Kairi wouldn't come knocking when it was locked.

"Look...the thing is..." Sora was making hand gestures as he spoke, "I mean, yeah...I think...I think I really like Riku. But I still like Kairi, too...just not as much as I used to...y'know?"

Hayner sighed. "So yer bisexual. Get over it, Sora. You think too much, ya know that?"

"Bis like both sexes!" Whimpered Sora. "Not just one! And I like Riku more, so...!"

Hayner held up a pointer finger. "And bis also usually got a preference for one gender over th'other, regardless that they like both. Do yer research, Sora."

Sora sulked. "You're not helping me."

"Well, ain't my fault you ain't listenin' to me!" Hayner put his hands on his hips. "Look, you. You's dense as concrete sometimes, but you got a good head on your shoulders, and ya got a big heart. Use 'em."

The brunet sat on the edge of his bed and pouted, his chin in his hands. "Yeah, thanks a lot," he grumbled sarcastically.

Hayner watched him sulk, and then he shook his head. Sighing, he smiled sympathetically and walked over to Sora's bed, sitting down beside him.

"But...but," he said, "Because I'm such a lech, and 'cause I like you so much..." Sora blinked at Hayner as he turned his head so they were looking at each other's eyes, and brought their faces close. "I think I'll reap up the chance b'fore ya snatch it back."

"Wh—?"

Hayner put a finger on Sora's lips, and gave him a firm glare. "IF ya promise me you'll pick a person, and stick with 'em. Got it?" Hayner smiled, and winked. "Could be Kairi, could be Riku, but pick someone for me, alright? You'll know who it'll be when it comes down to it."

Sora gave Hayner an empty stare.

"Promise?"

The brunet nodded. "O...kay."

"Whassat? Can't hear ya."

"I said, okay." Sighed Sora. Hayner grinned.

"Atta boy!" He said, which made Sora feel more than just a year younger than him. He couldn't believe Hayner was seventeen already...

Hayner put his hands on Sora's shoulders and gently pushed him back onto the bed. Gasping at first, Sora looked up at Hayner, and the blond turned his body on top of Sora's slightly.

"Now," he murmured, "On to my prize."

Startled, Sora could think of nothing else to do except to return Hayner's kiss when their lips meshed together, closing his eyes instinctively. He heard a soft moaning sound, but he couldn't discern if it was Hayner or if it was him. It sounded like it had been both of them. Sora groaned shortly again, and buried his fingers in Hayner's messy blond hair. It was a little slick with grease, but Sora didn't mind.

Hayner slid his hands underneath Sora's back, and the brunet arched to allow him to slip his fingers under the hem of his shirt. His hips pressed up against Hayner's in the process. Sora heard himself sigh and snaked one arm down around Hayner's waist. Their lips parted with a soft smack, and Hayner caught his breath before slipping his tongue into Sora's open mouth.

The brunet's heart fluttered and he pulled back suddenly, breathing, "W...Wait..."

Hayner chuckled softly. "Whoops. Too much?"

His cheeks flushed red, Sora nodded wordlessly. Hayner nodded.

"Okay...I'll stop."

Sora swallowed the lump in his throat. "Thanks..."

"Nah. Thank you." Hayner got off of Sora, and smiled. "So whatcha think after that one?"

Sora fell silent for a while. He sighed, putting his chin in his hands again.

"...How am I going to tell Kairi?"

Well, this was just splendid. One more day in this blasted hospital. Ansem gripped the side of his hospital bed, hissing. At least his jaw was okay, and the medical attention was drawn away from his face. It was better now, though still bruised. And his ribs were still killing him. Apparently, Riku had broken a few. Little bastard! He growled mentally. You'll rue the day you turned on me!

"Er...Mister Ansem?" A timid young nurse poked her head in. She must not even be a nurse yet. She was probably in an internship or something. She looked too young to be a nurse. Shouldn't she still be in medical school? Whatever. Ansem didn't care. He glared at her with fiery amber eyes, and snarled, "What?"

She flinched back. "E-Er, you have, uh, guests. Um, two of them...ah...two men." She shrank back against the frame of the door. Her expression seemed to say, "Please don't kill me."

"Who are they?" He demanded.

At that point, Sephiroth peered in, and Ansem seemed to relax.

"It's not good courtesy to scare the nurses, Ansem."

Ansem snorted. He glared at the young woman again.

"Get out of here," he snarled to her. She more than happily obliged. Sephiroth shook his head, sighing.

"Still hot-headed, I see."

Ansem leered at his old friend. "My jaw hurts, my face is bruised, my arms have inch-deep gashes, my chest is scratched, and I have three broken ribs! You give me one reason why I shouldn't be hot-headed."

Sephiroth turned and looked over his shoulder. A man with very short blond hair, along with a trimmed beard and mustache, walked into the room. His left ear had a piercing hole, but there was no earring in it. He wore a plain brown business suit, the coat hanging in his arms, exposing his white, long-sleeved polo shirt. Ansem narrowed his eyes.

"Who's this?"

"This is Luxord," said Sephiroth, "Your lawyer."

Ansem looked at Sephiroth incredulously. "Lawyer?" He echoed. When it dawned on him, he grumbled. "How good is he?"

"One of the best in Alexandria," boasted Luxord. His voice had the faintest accent to it. Possibly British. He nodded courteously to Ansem. "That is, if you can afford me."

Ansem glared at Sephiroth, but the man just put his arms behind his back and nodded at him. Ansem frowned at him, and wondered what the hell he was up to. He turned to Luxord.

"I'm...sure I can," he said, still baffled. "So..."

"Your friend says you're being pressed for charges of rape and assault. Correct?"

Ansem's mood soured. The dark-skinned man creased his brow angrily. His voice dropped low. "And child abuse, yes." He shifted a little uncomfortably. The stupid hospital gown was thin as paper, and the sheets weren't helping. The room was cold. He envied the two men standing in front of him, who were allowed to wear real clothes.

"How much evidence does the Plaintiff have against you?"

Ansem stumbled mentally. Every time he thought about that, it made him panic. The evidence was undeniably staggering. That was why this whole court business made him sweat. For the first time in his life, he was actually scared, because he knew he would probably get caught. There was almost no chance of walking out of this one.

"A...A lot." He croaked. His eyes shifted down to his lap as he spoke, and then glanced to some distant corner of the room.

"Hmmm," said Luxord. So I'm defending the definite guilty party again. This isn't going to look good on my record. Ah, well. You win some, you lose some.

"I'm not sure what I can do for you yet, Mister Atercor. First I'll have to go over the case files, and you'll have to pay me for my services before the trial begins. It's in...four days, isn't it?"

Ansem remembered getting a subpoena about that. He just nodded dumbly.

"Very well. Once I've gotten the evidence straightened out, I'll contact you and we can discuss what may be done. Here is my card." Luxord produced a business card from his pocket and handed it to Ansem. "And may I ask for your phone number as well?"

"Ah—just a moment..." Ansem's face was genuinely worried. "E-Exactly how much do I have to pay you?"

Luxord gazed at him with eyes unblinking. "For this case, I'll have to give you an up-front fee. Do you want to know what that is?"

Ansem nearly choked, because he didn't like the sound of how Luxord said that. He visibly paled, even for his dark skin. "N...No, that's, that's quite alright. I-I'm sure I can..." he looked up at Sephiroth. Sephiroth nodded at him. He coughed. "...Cover it."

Luxord frowned. "...Mister Atercor, if you don't have the money..."

"I have it! I have it!" cried Ansem desperately. He coughed again. "Trust me, I have it."

Luxord sighed. "If you say so." If he doesn't have it, I can always decline. Still, I wish this man would know how much money he has. Ah, well. That's what life was all about, in Luxord's opinion. Risks. Gambling. In fact, he much enjoyed going to the casinos every so often. Luxord was rather particular with the games he played. He was pretty good at slots, and had a knack for a pair of dice, but his best money always raked in when he played things like Blackjack. Hearts. Spades. Poker. Luxord loved cards.

"At any rate, may I have your phone number?"

"A...Absolutely." Ansem mumbled. He wrote it down for Luxord when he gave him a pen and paper. This time, Luxord caught a quick exchange of glances between Sephiroth and Ansem. That was when it clicked in his mind. He frowned.

Ah, well. He thought. It's not going to look terrible on my record. Won't be too big a dent.

Luxord checked his watch, sighing. Too late to take it back now...hmph...I'm making such terrible decisions today.

"Thank you for your time, Ansem," he said. "But unfortunately, I have a dinner scheduled with a couple of fellows from my firm, so I'd best be going."

"Thank you, Luxord," Sephiroth said. Luxord nodded to him as he put his coat on, straightening the lapels and giving Ansem another goodbye (to which Ansem responded gutturally) before he walked out.

Now Ansem was sure he was sweating bullets. He stared at Sephiroth with slightly wide eyes. "Sephiroth...just how expensive is he?" He whispered.

"Don't worry about it, old friend." Sephiroth smirked. "I'll give you the money you need. I already asked him what the flat-rate fee was for a case like this. It's plenty affordable to me." He leaned a little close and said, "You'll have the money tomorrow. So you can stop acting like a deer in the headlights now."

The amber-eyed man breathed a great sigh of relief. "I can't believe I'm going to court for this..."

Sephiroth gave him a sharp glare. "You can't believe it?" His voice dropped to a dull growl. "You raped children for years, and it just so happens you picked the wrong one to corner. How can you not believe this would happen? You thought you would never get caught?"

Ansem felt like a child getting a scolding. He couldn't hold eye contact with Sephiroth, who sighed and sat down in a chair next to Ansem's bed.

"If you ask me, for everything you've done, you should go to jail."

"Then why did you give me the lawyer?" Growled Ansem. "If you think I should be punished for this, then you shouldn't be helping me!"

Sephiroth gazed at Ansem, long and hard. He sighed.

"You asked me to help you. I can't turn down a request from a friend. But as good as Luxord is, he's still not the best. I'm not sure if you're going to win this."

"You're probably hoping I'll lose." Hissed Ansem. "Some friend you are, Sephiroth."

The Rising Sun manager just shrugged his shoulders. "I do still have morals, you know."

"So you just gave me the lawyer because you knew I was going to lose anyway?"

"Oh, please, Ansem. Now you're acting like a little boy." Ansem didn't respond to that. Sephiroth thought for a moment. Then, he added, "By the way, I found out where the two were hiding. Since you asked about that, too."

Ansem clenched his fists. "Where were they?"

"My ex sheltered them. Though I hardly know how he was able to feed them."

Ansem looked up and blinked. "Your...ex?"

Sephiroth cast his eyes down, looking dismayed. "Cloud broke up with me recently."

"...Hmm." Grunted Ansem. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's not that hard on me. Still..." Sephiroth shook his head. "He was so beautiful. Quiet, but beautiful, and strapping for a man his age. Good in bed, too. I was hoping he wouldn't be a catch that would slip through my fingers, but..." he sighed. "That's life, I suppose."

Ansem grit his teeth. In a twisted sense, that was similar to how he felt about Riku. Riku reminded him of how he'd been in his youth: strong and strong-willed. Maybe that was why he kept him...

"Where are they now?"

Sephiroth smirked. "Didn't you see the news? They're back home, safe and sound. But, ah, I wouldn't advise trying to get close to Riku again. His mother issued a restraining order...plus, I think that kid will know better now than to lie back and take it. You'll probably wind up back here with more broken ribs."

Ansem scoffed. "Disrespectful little bastard," he grumbled.

Sephiroth didn't comment on that. He could only imagine what was going through his friend's head. Standing up, he dusted off his shirt.

"In any case, good luck with the court thing. You get out of the hospital tomorrow, right?"

"I believe so," mumbled Ansem.

"Call me sometime, and let me know how things are going."

Ansem sighed. "I will."

Thursday

Three Days Until Trial

Tifa frowned and crossed her arms. It was two-twenty in the afternoon, and Riku was still watching television on the couch, zoning out. Wearing only jeans. What a lazy boy...

"Come on, honey, you need to eat something."

"I ate already," Riku grunted. Tifa put her hands on her hips.

"And what did you eat, pray tell?"

"A Pop-Tart."

Tifa narrowed her eyes. "A Pop-Tart?"

"Yep."

"One Pop-Tart."

"Thaaat's right."

"How long ago?"

Riku checked the clock next to the couch. "...Seven or eight this morning."

"Riku Lockheart, that is not a morning meal. Nor does that count as a lunch."

"Mmm-hmm," murmured Riku. He picked up the remote and started to change the channel; his mother snatched it up and turned the television off. Riku looked up at her, arms shrugged in bewilderment.

"Hey, I was watching that!"

"Sit up."

Riku frowned at her. Tifa leered. "I said, sit up."

Not happy that the television was off, Riku growled in the back of his throat and sat up. Tifa took up the empty spot beside him, setting the remote down on the table. Riku glanced furtively at it, but didn't dare reach for it.

"Riku...what's wrong? Is it the trial? Is it Ansem?"

"It's everything, Mom."

Tifa sighed. "And that's why you're acting like an emo-tastic teen?"

Riku groaned, and gave his mother a bright-eyed, pleading look. "I wanted to protect Sora, Mom! But now I can't make sure that he's okay! Because he's at his own house! It's—"

"—Okay." His mother interjected. "Sora can take care of himself."

"Yeah, but...!" Riku moaned and held his head in his hands, clawing his fingers back through his hair. He gave a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "What if he doesn't have a restraining order? What if Ansem's well enough to walk around and snatch him? Sora lives right in his neighborhood...!"

Tifa listened to her son sigh in frustration again, and then she sighed herself, leaning on her knees with her elbows, gazing at him.

"You really love that boy, don't you?"

Riku shook his head. "I dunno. Maybe?"

Tifa chuckled, "There are no 'maybes' about it, Riku. Come on, you've been sighing nonstop since last night, and all you do is sit around...you'll stare at the television even when it's not turned on." She laughed. "I've never known any kid to do that."

Riku bowed his head and sighed—again. Tifa smirked, knowing her point was proven. She wrapped a companionable arm around her son's shoulders.

"So...you do love him."

The silver-haired teen stared at the floor with caribbean eyes. He creased his brow, twirling strands of his hair between his fingers.

"...Yeah...I guess."

Tifa looked skyward and shook her head. These kids, she thought. I'll never understand why they feel the need to hide things. She drew Riku into a hug, squeezed him, and kissed his head.

"Come on, honey, get dressed...wait..." she sniffed. Her face cringed. "Have you showered today, Riku?"

Riku groaned.

"Go upstairs and shower."

"But I don't smell!"

"You'll stink up a mud pit if you don't shower. Go on, off to the bathroom with you."

Riku stood up and grumbled. "When am I gonna get to stop using your girly deodorant, Mom? I'm not gonna go to court smelling like lilacs and roses."

She grinned. "Glad you asked, dear. We're going to go shopping today. Mostly for clothes for you. No go on and shower, I'm not going to tell you again."

Riku narrowed her eyes at her. "I don't like you," he grumbled. Tifa laughed heartily and waved a dismissive hand.

"Ha! That'll go away after we've gone shopping."

Riku muttered things under his breath as he turned off the water from the showerhead a few moments later, and grabbed a light-blue towel hanging on the rack to wrap around his waist. He grabbed a second one of the same color to ruffle his hair, squeezing the ends, making it so it wasn't dripping wet. After getting on a pair of boxers and jeans, he was running a brush through his tangled silvery hair when the phone rang.

"...Rikuuu! I think it's for you, honey!"

Riku dropped the brush instantly. It's gotta be Sora! He stomped down the stairs as quickly as his steps could take him, and grabbed the cordless kitchen phone off the receiver, pressing the "TALK" button.

"Sora?" He asked anxiously.

He heard panicked breathing on the other end. "R-Riku!"

Riku froze. "Sora? What's the matter?"

More panicked breathing. "Riku, I—!" Riku thought his heart would stop.

"Sora?"

...Then laughter.

"Gotcha!"

Riku paled, and then flared up, beet-red from both anger and embarrassment. "AAAUUGH! YOU LITTLE SHIT! I'LL STRANGLE YOU!"

"Watch it with the language in there!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Snapped Riku. He hissed into the phone, still hearing Sora's laughter.

"That's not funny, you little prick! You gave me a heart attack! God, I thought the old bastard caught you!"

"I was kidding, Riku."

"I'll say it again. NOT FUNNY!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." But the brunet was still giggling. "Gosh, are you really that worried about me?"

"If it'll make you stop prattling like a hyena, yes, I'm that worried about you!"

"Awww, I feel all loved and shit. You should see me, I'm turning all red! Nice going, man."

Riku rolled his eyes as he began to walk back upstairs. "You'd blush if a gopher bit your toe, Sora. It's an out-of-control mechanism for you or something."

"Yeah, but if someone rubs your stomach, you purr like a cat."

Now it was Riku's turn to blush. He growled into the phone, "Don't you dare start using shit like that to blackmail me, you hear?"

"Of course not...!" Sora laughed, "I just think it's cute, that's all..."

"...Cute?" Riku blinked. "You think that's cute?"

"Is that the wrong word to use?"

Riku shook his head, even though he knew Sora couldn't see it. "Well, no, it's just..."

"Ha, ha, ha...just take the compliment, will ya?"

Riku chuckled nervously. His cheeks went from red to pink. "H-Heh...okay."

"Oh...ah...by the way..."

The teen crossed his arms. "Yes, Sora?"

Sora fell silent for a while on the other end. Riku waited patiently for him to answer, tilting his head curiously. When he finally heard Sora's voice, he was drumming his fingers on his arm.

"...I, um...I think I'm over my confusion now."

Riku perked up. "Oh, you are?"

"I think so. I mean, I straightened it out...I, uh, got some help..."

Riku felt a heartstring get tugged. He didn't like that idea. Maybe because he was assuming it involved Sora making out with another guy?

"What kind of help?" He asked.

"Just an old friend of mine, he's gay and everything...I, uh..." a beat of a pause, "...I asked him a couple of questions, and he answered them for me. It helped a lot."

Just questions? The silver-haired teen frowned. He hid something there...guess it doesn't really matter. I won't push my buttons.

"That's great, Sora. I'm happy for you." Now, if I could tell you I love you!

"Heh, yeah, feels like a big weight off my shoulders, you know?" Riku nodded his head.

"I know the feeling," he said. He snickered. "That's what we gay people call 'coming out of the closet.' I'm sure you've heard it before."

"Okay, now you're teasing me, stop."

"But you're so fun to tease!" Riku chuckled. He paused, and then he got a wicked grin on his face and lowered his voice, speaking as sultrily as he could. "Especially when you're shirtless, when I can rub your skin and suck your—"

"Argh! Stop it, stop it, now you're really making me turn red!" Riku's grin widened.

"And I know how much you love it when I kiss your neck, and that you like your hips to be rubbed."

Sora whined helplessly. "Rikuuu...!"

"I'll bet when I take off your pants, I could—"

"I GET IT!"

Riku snickered. "That's your karma for scaring the hell out of me." Oh, he could just imagine the adorable pout on Sora's face. Yes, the brunet would pout and cross his arms, glaring at him with glowing red cheeks.

"...You're evil."

"I know. It's good to be bad."

Sora sighed on his end of the line. "Do you always have to do stuff like that?"

"Well, not always." Riku chuckled. "Just when I'm feeling especially devilish."

"Oh!" cried Sora. Riku tilted his head. " 'Oh', what?"

"Tidus gave me something, he said I should share it with you and your mom."

"What is it?" He asked curiously.

"It's, um, a business card...for a lawyer."

Riku blinked. "Tidus knows a lawyer?"

"Well, his mom does, that's beside the point. She was feeling guilty for some reason, and she thought you might want a good lawyer, so she wanted to give you the card. I can tell you who it is and how to call her, if you want. You could write it down and give it to your mom."

Riku glanced around the room he was staying in, practically devoid of everything except for an old computer with an unusually slow cable connection and some essentials (like a bed). He managed to find a pencil and a piece of paper. "Fire away."

"Okay, her name is Lulu Sykes, and she works for the Macalai Law Firm. Her number is, ah...seven-oh-eight, six-six-five, eight-two-two-seven." Riku jotted it down as Sora said it.

"Gotcha. Thanks. Um, just how good is this lady, anyway?"

"She's supposed to be really good."

"...That means she'll be expensive."

"Well, she's not that good. But she's pretty damn good. I mean, I asked Tidus more about it this morning, and he says she's just started out, but that she's pretty much doing a good job working her way up to the top. So, she can't be that hefty on price, right?"

Riku sighed. "I guess not. Thanks, anyway, Sora."

"Sure, no problem! Oh, I gotta go. Kairi's getting restless."

He narrowed his caribbean eyes. "Kairi? Who's Kairi?"

"...She's...uhh...that girlfriend I told you about..."

Oh, Riku thought. He paused to rewind what had been said. 'That Girlfriend'? Sora MUST have gotten over his confusion, then. Even HE'S saying she's not interesting...

Ah, how fortune was shining upon him today. But Riku didn't get his hopes up too quickly. Sora hadn't said anything positive, and he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Still...maybe it'd be a good idea to lay it out on the table...

"So she's the one?"

"Yeah." Sora's voice sounded a little unsure. "We kissed last night..."

"A real kiss?" Asked Riku.

"...Real as it gets, I guess..."

He was trying hard to hide his excitement. "You were disappointed?"

"...Girl's lips are too soft." Sora complained. Riku chuckled.

"You like it when you can feel it, huh?"

"Uh-huh..." the brunet quieted. Then he cleared his throat. "A-Anyway, I'll, um, talk to you later okay?"

There was a long silence between them. Riku did a final debate in his mind. Should he, or should he not? He didn't know how high the risk was...but...

"Riku?"

"...Sora?" He said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"...I'm just letting you know...I..." Riku swallowed and breathed deeply. "I love you."

"... ... ... ... ... ...Click."

Riku sighed and hung up. Well, that's that, then. Not exactly a yes, but not really a no, either. Is it really so hard to just pick an answer?

But, ten minutes later, just as they were about to go out the door, the phone rang again. Tifa sighed. "Riku?"

"Getting it," he said. He picked it up, and sure enough, it was Sora again. He heard the other swallowing nervously.

"...I...I think I love you, too."

Click.

Riku hung up, as well.

And then he smiled.